CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Bath Salts
Lyrics from snippets
This that street sh*t
n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This that street sh*t
n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This that street sh*t
n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This the bath salts song
Motherf**kers act like Zombies when it come on
It's the cut-throat, cut-throat, kill sh*t
Coke, weed, deal sh*t, this that real sh*t
Pump goes the rhythm, lyrical as a sponsor
I run up with your crew, Hov is a monster
Yeah, they like me like that
Every girl I see wanna be wifey like that
I'm the King of Zamunda, uh, King of the Summer
Come be my Kardashian, that's Queen of the Come Up, uh
To be loved, Shakespearean, experienced to be honest
Jumping off boats, hopping off another cliff
Every six months, I think I need a new bucket list
Yeah, a n***a might need a harem
I'm way too much, y'all should tell 'em
I'm feeling like a baron, all I need is a castle
Be my Halle Berry, all you need is a catsuit
All I need is Heaven, I don't want the hassle
God Bless the child that can hold his own, act two
My instincts guide me through this Kurtis Blow culture
Good angel, bad angel sittin' on both shoulders
Don't be trying to gas me, manipulate me, tempt me
Make me have no soul, so I had to take a toll
All the favor of the days when a n***a wasn't [?]
This that street sh*t
n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This that street sh*t
n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This that street sh*t
n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This the bath salts song
Motherf**kers act like Zombies when it come on
It's the cut-throat, cut-throat, kill sh*t
Coke, weed, deal sh*t, this that real sh*t
Me and my n***a Mr. Tunnel
Razor in the mouth for when [?] was out (Slumped)
Better tuck your chain, that's a warning, warning
When the woodies come, you know that the goons is swarming
Yeah
This that street sh*t
n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This that street sh*t
n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This that street sh*t
n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This the bath salts song
Motherf**kers act like Zombies when it come on
It's the cut-throat, cut-throat, kill sh*t
Coke, weed, deal sh*t, this that real sh*t
sh*t pop off, we don't blow it up 'til we blow it up
Cats better slow it up, y'all n***as know what's up
My n***as throw it up, we all know that
In fact, n***as missing the action, where are they at?
See, you n***as never really been ducked out
But you've got enough mouth to get snuffed out
Roof the rough route
We don't play around here, n***a, we grown
Start applying the pressure, give the dog a bone
I'm taking half, it's just that simple
Or I can start popping n***as like pimples
I'ma let you call it, you ballin'
'Til you get hit with them hot things
Now you're staggering and fallin'
I'm holding up the wall
You got more than enough holes in the floor
You're just wasting a n***a's time, come on, man
I got sh*t to do, like hit your crew
Might hit your crib, what that b*t*h gon' do?
Not a damn thing, but dog's with the program
Beast on that b*t*h like Conan -- whoa, man
I'ma go where no man has ever gone, n***a
When it's on, it's on, I'll let you know when in a f**kin' song
I got nothing to hide, but you got a reason to run
Come through like brrat, 'til the squeezin' is done
And that's just squeezing one, imagine if we all let go
And turn your whole block into death row
This that street sh*t
n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This that street sh*t
n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This that street sh*t
n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This the bath salts song
Motherf**kers act like Zombies when it come on
It's the cut-throat, cut-throat, kill sh*t
Coke, weed, deal sh*t, this that real sh*t
This that street sh*t
n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This that street sh*t
n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This that street sh*t
n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This the bath salts song
Motherf**kers act like Zombies when it come on
It's the cut-throat, cut-throat, kill sh*t
Coke, weed, deal sh*t, this that real sh*t
Pump goes the rhythm, lyrical as a sponsor
I run up with your crew, Hov is a monster
Yeah, they like me like that
Every girl I see wanna be wifey like that
I'm the King of Zamunda, uh, King of the Summer
Come be my Kardashian, that's Queen of the Come Up, uh
To be loved, Shakespearean, experienced to be honest
Jumping off boats, hopping off another cliff
Every six months, I think I need a new bucket list
Yeah, a n***a might need a harem
I'm way too much, y'all should tell 'em
I'm feeling like a baron, all I need is a castle
Be my Halle Berry, all you need is a catsuit
All I need is Heaven, I don't want the hassle
God Bless the child that can hold his own, act two
My instincts guide me through this Kurtis Blow culture
Good angel, bad angel sittin' on both shoulders
Don't be trying to gas me, manipulate me, tempt me
Make me have no soul, so I had to take a toll
All the favor of the days when a n***a wasn't [?]
This that street sh*t
n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This that street sh*t
n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This that street sh*t
n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This the bath salts song
Motherf**kers act like Zombies when it come on
It's the cut-throat, cut-throat, kill sh*t
Coke, weed, deal sh*t, this that real sh*t
Me and my n***a Mr. Tunnel
Razor in the mouth for when [?] was out (Slumped)
Better tuck your chain, that's a warning, warning
When the woodies come, you know that the goons is swarming
Yeah
This that street sh*t
n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This that street sh*t
n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This that street sh*t
n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This the bath salts song
Motherf**kers act like Zombies when it come on
It's the cut-throat, cut-throat, kill sh*t
Coke, weed, deal sh*t, this that real sh*t
sh*t pop off, we don't blow it up 'til we blow it up
Cats better slow it up, y'all n***as know what's up
My n***as throw it up, we all know that
In fact, n***as missing the action, where are they at?
See, you n***as never really been ducked out
But you've got enough mouth to get snuffed out
Roof the rough route
We don't play around here, n***a, we grown
Start applying the pressure, give the dog a bone
I'm taking half, it's just that simple
Or I can start popping n***as like pimples
I'ma let you call it, you ballin'
'Til you get hit with them hot things
Now you're staggering and fallin'
I'm holding up the wall
You got more than enough holes in the floor
You're just wasting a n***a's time, come on, man
I got sh*t to do, like hit your crew
Might hit your crib, what that b*t*h gon' do?
Not a damn thing, but dog's with the program
Beast on that b*t*h like Conan -- whoa, man
I'ma go where no man has ever gone, n***a
When it's on, it's on, I'll let you know when in a f**kin' song
I got nothing to hide, but you got a reason to run
Come through like brrat, 'til the squeezin' is done
And that's just squeezing one, imagine if we all let go
And turn your whole block into death row
This that street sh*t
n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This that street sh*t
n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This that street sh*t
n***a, f**k that weak sh*t
This the bath salts song
Motherf**kers act like Zombies when it come on
It's the cut-throat, cut-throat, kill sh*t
Coke, weed, deal sh*t, this that real sh*t
